Title:           Naa Naa 3 (Clop)
Author:          Cerenth
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First Edit:      Sunday 6th of January 2013 10:07:21 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Sunday 6th of January 2013 10:07:21 PM CDT

>Day do the naa naa naa naa naa in Equestria.
>Today is a pretty relaxing day.
>Fluttershy didn’t turn up with a fetish this morning.
>You think she’s finally learned not to mess with your guard dog.
>”Naa!”
>Sorry, guard p0ny.
>Anyway, that gave you and Futashy some free time today.
>So you’re doing something you both love.
>Watching Star Wars.
>It’s weird, but she goes absolutely crazy for it.
>It’s one of her favourite things.
>Though ever since you showed her a video of Star Wars Kinect, she hides behind her hooves whenever Han Solo comes on screen.
>You fear that may have traumatized her for life.
>You started with the best trilogy first.
>And if you had your way, you’d have made it the last trilogy too.
>But Futashy knows where your DVDs are kept, and she brought you episode one in her mouth.
>As you approached the end of Return of the Jedi, she brought it to you and dropped it on your lap.
>”Naa! Naa!”
>Initially you tried to just ignore her and watch Vader’s death speech.
>”Naa! Naaaaaaaa!”
>She started pawing at your legs with a hoof.
>And then you made a grave mistake.
>You looked down at her puppy dog face.
>Her big teal eyes looked up at you, begging for it.
>Goddammit.
>You were used to Fluttershy using her cuteness on you.
>And Futashy looks just like her.
>But you actually like Futashy.
>You didn’t stand a chance.
“*sigh* Fine... We’ll watch Episode One...”
>”NAA!”
>She started jumping in circles, flapping her wings like crazy.
>You think seeing her happy like this might outweigh the torment of the awful films.
 
>It didn’t.
>The first movie was just as bad as you had remembered.
>Perhaps even worse.
>And Futashy wasn’t helping matters.
>She started humping the carpet when Princess Amidala showed up.
“Dammit, Futashy! Use the Fleshlight Sparkle I bought for you!”
>You grab the 20 pounds of p0ny pussy and ass and thrust it underneath Futashy.
>She whines gratefully and stops getting friction burns on the carpet.
>You shake your head.
>She’s just as bad as Fluttershy sometimes...
>And occasionally you’ve found stains on your bedsheets in the morning.
>She seems to be humping you in your sleep more recently.
>She’s always had a bit of a problem like that, but she seems to have a fixation on your ass at the moment.
>You’ve considered keeping a spray bottle close to hand for those occasions.
>But she can’t help it really.
>She’s Fluttershy with a dick.
>What did you expect?
>Your attention is brought back to the film when you hear Futashy growling.
>”Grrr...”
>Ugh, it’s another scene with JarJar Binks.
>See, this is why you like Futashy.
>She has good taste generally.
>She’s gone into full attack mode on sight of that high pitched dullard.
>”Me-sa JarJar!”
>”Naa! Naa!”
>Futashy has her wings fully extended, and has her haunches tensed.
>Her tail is pointing up, and her forelegs are bent.
>She’s fully poised to attack.
>JarJar grabs one of the water bombs and starts juggling it.
>This guy is supposed to be a main character?
>”Naa! NAA!”
>Whoa, Futashy’s getting really riled up!
>”GRRRRRRR! NAA!”
>With a final yell she lunges at your 42 inch magical plasma screen.
>You’re too slow to react as the television teeters and totters on its flimsy stand.
>Futashy has suddenly lost her bravado and is paralyzed in fear in front of the black monolith in front of her.
>It finally topples forward onto your little yellow p0ny.
>*SMASH*
>*CRACK*
>...
>”NnnnnnaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!”
>Futashy howls with pain from her injury.
>You can hear her crying and scrabbling with her hooves in panic under the TV.
>The bottom of the television is still propped up on the TV table.
>The top of the television has fallen on Futashy’s left wing, pinning her.
>You can see blood starting to pool already.
>”NAAAAAAAAA—NAAAAAAAA!”
“Oh god! Shy! Hold on!”
>You quickly lift the TV, not caring about the damage to the unique, one of a kind item.
>You have something else more important to worry about now.
>Now that you’ve removed the television, you can see Futashy.
>She’s curled up into a ball, shivering with her eyes clamped shut.
>She’s crying up a storm, and her outstretched wing looks like it’s broken.
“Oh no... Shy!”
>Your first instinct is to pick her up.
>You wrap an arm around her belly and lift.
>”NAAAAAAA!!!”
>Her scream becomes incredibly high pitched and loud.
>She sounds just like Fluttershy at times...
>It’s heartwrenching, but you need to take her to someone that can help her.
>And there’s only one p0ny near you that could help an animal in need.
>Fluttershy.
>You hold Futashy in one arm – she’s actually quite light.
>With the other you hold her broken wing.
>She simply sobs into your chest.
“I’m sorry, Shy! This is going to hurt, but I need to get you to a vet!”
>She nods ever so slightly.
>You head out the house to Fluttershy’s cottage.
>Once there you start shouting.
“Fluttershy! It’s Anon! I need your help!”
>She opens the door and pokes her head through the crack.
>Once she sees you and Futashy though, she flings the door open and flies to you.
>”What happened?”
“The... The TV... It just... It fell!”
>”This is no time to panic, mister! Get a hold of yourself! Get her inside on my table!”
>Fluttershy is galvanised into action by the thought of an animal in need.
>You’ve never seen her like this.
>It’s completely contrary to the shy, stuttering, meek, yellow-bellied coward you usually see.
>It’s almost attractive...
>But you have more important things to do right now than to muse on Fluttershy as a potential mate.
>You rush inside Fluttershy’s cottage and place Futashy down gently on her dining table.
>You kneel beside her and take a hold of a forehoof.
“Don’t worry, Shy! Everything’s going to be ok.”
>”Naaa...”
>She sounds so weak...
>Fluttershy joins you at the table.
>She has gauze, antiseptic and bandages.
>”It looks like a clean break. This is going to hurt.”
>Fluttershy pours out some antiseptic and starts cleaning the wound.
>”Nnnnn...”
>Futashy twitches, but hardly makes any noise.
>She’s being such a brave girl.
>You tell her as much.
>”Brace yourself, Shy.”
>Fluttershy takes a gentle hold of Futashy’s broken wing and steadies herself for a second.
>Then suddenly and expertly, she resets the bone.
>Futashy doesn’t even wince.
>You suspect she’s fallen unconscious.
>Fluttershy has already moved onto stitching up the wing and bandaging it.
>”There. All done.”
>You’re so relieved that your little Futashy is ok...
“Thank you... Thank you so much, Fluttershy...!”
>You’re overcome with gratitude.
>You hug Fluttershy tightly.
>”O-oh!”
>You ordinarily wouldn’t indulge Fluttershy with such physical contact, but you’re just so thankful.
>You don’t know what you would have done without her help.
>”There, there, Anon. She’s going to be ok.”
>She rubs your back with a hoof.
>It’s only now that you notice you’ve been crying.
>Your tears stain Fluttershy’s yellow coat.
>”She just needs to rest now. She’s lucky to have you as an owner who knew what to do.”
“Thank you, Fluttershy... Thank you.”
 
>Futashy has been moved to a pet bed that Fluttershy had spare.
>It’s funny to see what passes for a person in this world be so happy in something made for a pet.
>Now that she’s been given some painkillers, she’s breathing gently in her sleep with a smile on her face.
>You and Fluttershy sit with cups of tea on her sofa.
>Your cup and saucer rattle in your hands.
>You’re still shaken from the scare.
>Fluttershy is calm and serene.
“I... I suppose you’ve done this a lot before.”
>”It happens. Not often, but it does.”
>You both take another sip of tea in silence.
“I should thank you again.”
>”Oh, it’s really no problem...”
>Really, what do you say to someone who tried to rape you at every turn?
>You both take another sip of tea.
“If there’s anything I can do to help...”
>”Well, there is one thing...”
“Really? What?”
>You felt so useless earlier... You couldn’t do a thing to help.
>”Well you could give her your coom.”
>You spit your tea out.
“I’m sorry, WHAT?”
>Fluttershy is unshaken.
>”Your coom! It’s something only present in human semen. It’s basically a miracle cure for p0nies.”
>You smell a trap.
“Are you being serious, Fluttershy?”
>She looks shocked and offended.
>”Of course! Why do you think I wanted your hot monkey dick? I needed a fresh supply of coom from your coom spout! Just think of all the good we could do together!”
>Okay. Let’s think about this logically.
>If you have sex with your pet Flutter- Futashy, there’s a possibility that she’ll get cured almost instantly.
>But the p0ny who told you this is none other than Fluttershy.
>Ugh... This is a predicament to be sure.
>Do you love your pet enough to do something like this?
>It’s not like she doesn’t try to have sex with you each night...
>Maybe that means she wants it?
>You look Fluttershy straight in the eyes.
“Fluttershy, are you telling the truth?”
>She looks unwaveringly into your eyes.
>”Yes. I am.”
>Shit, that’s pretty convincing.
“Are you sure?”
>”Yes.”
>Again, she doesn’t fault.
“... How do I administer my... ‘coom?’”
>”You just have to have sex with her.”
>She says this as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.
>Perhaps it is.
>But it still rustles your jimmies something awful.
>You pick yourself up off the sofa and set down your tea.
>Are you really going to do this?
>You look back to Fluttershy.
>She sips her tea.
>If she’s lying, you never want to play poker with her ever.
>She’s absolutely placid right now.
>You turn back to Futashy.
>She still looks a bit worse for wear from her events today.
>It pains your heart to see her hurt.
>You only realised earlier today how much she means to you.
>She’s more than a pet. She’s your companion.
>Your friend.
>You can’t stand to see her in pain.
>So you’ll do it.
>For her.
>You unbutton your trousers.
>And pull down your pants.
>Fluttershy sips her tea.
>Futashy is still asleep.
>You kneel next to her head.
>You stroke her mane.
>You scratch behind her ear.
>”*whine*”
>She seems so peaceful as she sleeps.
>If she stays asleep, it’ll make this easier.
>Then you notice a soft, warm sensation on your back.
>It makes you jump.
>”There, there. Here, let me help you.”
>Fluttershy presses her chest to your back, and wraps her forelegs around your chest.
>She’s so soft and gentle...
>She brings her wings forward.
>You’ve seen her use them before.
>Her primary feathers can be used as fingers to some extent.
>She has a surprising amount of control with them.
>She brings a pair of feathers down to your flaccid member.
>”Shh... Just close your eyes...”
>You do so.
>You imagine that you have a beautiful human woman with you.
>Fluttershy’s voice is just lovely if you listen to it without seeing her.
>It’s one of her saving graces.
>You can feel her breath tickling your ear while she plays with you.
>To feel another soul so close to you...
>One so demure...
>It is arousing.
>Your shaft starts to rise to the occasion.
>”That’s a good boy...”
>Her voice is as smooth as silk, and oh so womanly.
>You can’t deny her femininity.
>As your head finally rises to its full height, her feathers start tease you more.
>Their tickly softness on your engorged member feels so good.
>With all the blood rushing to your cock, your nerves are set alight by every touch from her.
>She brings her other wing around you and joins it with its sister.
>One wing works at the top of you, the other at your shaft.
>The two wings work against each other, one going up whilst the other goes down.
>The feeling is incredible!
>”Don’t worry, sweetie. I’ve had to help my animals before. Just remember, this is for Shy, ok?”
“Y-yes...”
>When did she get so dominant?
>It must be because it’s in aid of an animal in need...
>Your animal.
>Suddenly Fluttershy shifts her grip on you.
>With the two primaries on each wing she creates a diamond.
>Nestled in the center of this diamond is your cock.
>She moves her feathers up and down your shaft, stopping just below your frenulum.
>She knows exactly what she’s doing.
>She’s stopping just below the most sensitive part of your rod.
>It’s maddening.
“F-fluttershy... Please...”
>You turn your head to her fuzzy cheek.
>You kiss her face.
>She doesn’t kiss back, she just smiles.
>”If you insist...”
>She changes her grip once more.
>This time she grabs your shaft firmly with one wing.
>With the other she forms a cup that goes over your head.
>She twists the cup, stimulating your tip and the spot on the underneath of your crown.
>You immediately jerk back, like an electric shock has just gone up your spine.
>You grit your teeth at the intense sensations.
>It’s too much!
>If she keeps this up, you’re going to cum.
>Your hands clench and search for anything to grip in mid air.
>She’s made you lose control of your body!
>Thankfully she stops after a few seconds.
>”Now, now... We can’t have you cum and waste it. Give her the dick.”
>She motions with a wing towards Futashy.
>Yes.
>You’re doing it for her.
>Your mind takes a second to re-establish dominance over your body.
>Once your senses have returned, you crawl over behind Futashy.
>You position yourself at her entrance.
>”No, no, no! You have to prepare her first!” Fluttershy scolds.
>She raises a good point.
>You can’t go in dry.
>Even though you’re so close to release.
>You raise a finger to Futashy’s folds.
>Even though Futashy is a pet, she’s just like a real p0ny in this world.
>You give her showers daily, and she really doesn’t smell bad.
>She has a slight lemon scent to her.
>You start to rub the meaty lips around her slit.
>”*whine*”
>She’s still asleep, but she’s responding to your stimulation.
>After a few seconds of teasing, you decide to step it up.
>You take a single finger and run it up the centre of her slit.
>She winks in response.
>It makes her spit a little bit of liquid out at you.
>Good. She’s ready.
>You run your finger down her slit again, stopping at her clit.
>You draw circles around its hiding place.
>It draws it out and makes her wink more to get to your finger.
>It only makes her more wet.
>You start to smell a sweet honey scent.
>It’s Futashy’s arousal.
>You lean over Futashy.
>With one last glance back to Fluttershy you prepare yourself to enter her.
>Fluttershy nods to you.
>You’re doing this.
>You’re really doing this.
>Gently, the head of your cock enters into Futashy’s folds.
>”Naaaa...!” Futashy cries dreamily.
>As you enter you see Futashy’s balls contract.
>Her dick is probably erect underneath her.
>You might have to deal with that.
>You hilt yourself inside Futashy.
>Her insides are so warm!
>Her velvety texture tugs at your dick from all sides.
>Her vulva twitches rhythmically, her instinct to milk you taking over.
>It takes a lot of effort, but you manage to fight her strong muscles and pull out slightly.
>This is only so that you can push yourself back in again.
>”Naaa...” She says again.
>You know your pet.
>She’s enjoying it, if the smile on her face is anything to go by.
>It makes you smile in turn.
>Despite this whole situation making your gut turn.
>Fluttershy notices your hesitation and flies over to you.
>Once again she approaches you from behind.
>”It’s ok, Anon... It’s for her own good.”
“Y-yeah... You’re right...”
>”Naa?”
>Your talking has woken up Futashy.
>”Oh, Fluttershy... You’re such a loudmouth...!”
>Futashy is initially confused, and takes in her surroundings.
>Then she looks back to you.
>She’s very confused when she sees you all buddy buddy with Fluttershy.
>”Naa? Naa??”
“Futashy! I’m so glad you’re awake...!”
>Futashy pulls herself off your member with a moan.
>You lament the loss of your cocksleeve.
“Come here, girl!”
>Futashy turns around and leaps up for a hug.
>She licks your face gleefully.
>You can see her trying to move her wings instinctively.
“Shy, stop for a sec.”
>She obeys.
“Fluttershy here managed to help fix your wing.”
>Futashy looks suspiciously at Fluttershy for a second, then nods her head in gratitude.
>”Naa.”
>”You’re welcome.”
“But she also told me about something that I can do to help you.”
>Futashy quizzically cocks her head at you.
“If I give you my essence, I can help heal your wing.”
>Futashy is still confused, but then understands your meaning.
>She immediately stuffs your erect cock into her mouth and starts lapping away at you.
>”Nmff!”
>Again your hard-on is engulfed by a warm wetness, this time with a different texture.
“W-whoa, there, Shy! Down, girl!”
>Futashy relents and stops her blowjob.
>”Naa?”
“Well Fluttershy said that we should have sex... That’s why I was doing what I was doing before.”
>Futashy seems only all too happy to accept your explanation with a single nod.
>She turns around and impales herself on your manhood.
>This time she grips on tight with her powerful muscles.
>Now that she’s awake she’s in full control.
>You can’t help but grit your teeth again against Futashy’s movement.
>She must be quite turned on after you teased her while she was asleep.
>She’s wasting no time in trying to extract your semen.
>She slams herself back onto your pecker with reckless abandon.
>Her velvety walls increase the amount of friction you experience, sending your pleasure levels sky high.
>She’s enjoying it too, making soft “Naa” noises with every pump.
>Over and over she slams into your pelvis.
>You’re a complete slave to her movements.
>”Here, let me help...”
>Fluttershy floats over to in front of Futashy.
>She opens her muzzle and kisses her deeply.
>The two of them make out in front of you.
>It’s like watching twins, in a way.
>They both look almost identical.
>Then Fluttershy turns herself around.
>She presents herself to Futashy, whose eyes light up upon seeing her wink.
>Fluttershy backs herself into Futashy, who mounts her.
>They slide together, and Futashy enters Fluttershy.
>The new angle of attack provides you with a different sensation.
>Futashy is now angled against the underside of your cock.
>Futashy starts thrusting into Fluttershy and back onto you.
>Your ménage a trois is complete.
>Fluttershy moans in ecstasy.
>”Yeees... I’ve been waiting for this since that wingjob...”
>You almost forgot that pegasi wings were sensitive to touch.
>She must have enjoyed it almost as much as you did.
>”Yes, cum for momma!”
>Futashy slams back and forth between you and Fluttershy.
>She has such energy and stamina, it’s incredible.
>Soon you feel your orgasm approaching.
>Between the new angle and Futashy’s pace, you weren’t going to last long anyway.
>Her walls grip you tightly, and her juices spill out over your crotch.
>You’re going to explode any second.
“I’m... I’m gonna...”
>”Naa... Naa!”
>”Yes, do it now!”
>You release your seed deep into Futashy’s belly, painting her insides white with your cum.
>At the same time, Fluttershy feels the flare of Futashy’s horsecock inside her, setting off her own orgasm.
>Futashy enjoys the best of both worlds, feeling full of cum, and cumming herself.
>Her balls empty themselves into Fluttershy in a torrent of milky jets.
>She cums so much that it spills out of Fluttershy’s cunt and pools on the floor.
>You pull out, and Futashy pulls out of Fluttershy, staggering back and falling on top of you.
>The three of you lie on the floor, panting.
>After a break to get your breath back, you notice something.
>Futashy fell on her injured wing when she lay on you!
“Futashy, are you ok?”
>”Naa?”
“Your wing, does it hurt?”
>”Naa?”
>She cranes her neck around and tentatively preens the feathers she can reach.
>She seems to be in no discomfort.
>The procedure worked!
>”See... I... told you...”
>Fluttershy is still reeling from her intense orgasm.
>You take off the bandages holding Futashy’s wings down.
>She extends her wings and gives them a test flap.
>They look as good as new, if not better!
>They sparkle in the sun.
>”Naa! Naa!”
>She runs over to Fluttershy and starts licking her face.
>Fluttershy giggles.
>”You’re welcome.” She says, with a huge grin on her face.
>Futashy runs back to you and gives you the same treatment.
>”Naa...!”
“I love you too, Futashy.”
>She snuggles into your chest and lies down next to you.
>You wrap an arm around her and start stroking her mane idly.
>Today was a good day.
 
>A week later and you’re taking Futashy for another walk.
>Fluttershy floats alongside you as you walk to P0nyville general.
>Now that you three have opened up your own clinic, you walk like this together most days.
>You arrive at the hospital and take off your clothes.
>Fluttershy takes her place at the desk, and Futashy heads behind one of the curtains.
>Fluttershy calls in the first patient.
>It’s Cheerilee.
>Oh boy. You can’t wait to help her out.
>She’s complaining of an achy ankle.
>Fluttershy prescribes her usual treatment: 20 minutes with you.
>Cheerilee hops out of her chair and rushes behind the curtain with you.
>She immediately starts making out with you.
>”Naa! Naa!”
>Futashy comes over and starts humping your ass.
>You don’t stop her.
>You and Futashy are a team now.
>You have to deliver so many injections per day, and you’d never be able to do it without her help.
>After you position yourself inside Cheerilee, Futashy takes her place on your back.
“You ready, partner?”
>”Naa!”
>You plunge into Cheerilee’s snatch.
>Futashy plunges into your anus.
>She stimulates your prostate, increasing the amount of cum that you’re able to produce.
>With the added stimulation, you cum in no time at all, and Cheerilee’s achy ankle is cured.
>”Thanks, Anon!”
“Just doing my job, Miss Cheerilee.”
>She exits the examination room with a spring in her step.
>Another p0ny cured!
>Fluttershy pokes her head inside the curtain.
>”All done? Good. We’ve got a busy day today.”
>You poke your head out the examination room door.
>Pretty much every mare in P0nyville is lined up, waiting for their “treatment”.
>It seems they’re all complaining about achy ankles.
>Looks like it’s going to be a long day.
>But at least you have your faithful Shy twins to help you out.